Double C (feat. J Don & Carson Arkade)

Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Yea your little bitch I am Pull up with má fucking gang Yea your little bitch I am breesh Pull up with má fucking gang Ye ye Pull up with má fucking gang Ye ye That bitch she got me for some mother fucking double C Got me for some double C I'm in a rolls royce truck and you know I'm rolling P's And you know little bitch I'm geeked It don't make no sense It don't make no má fucking sense My boy got AR10's And you know we got the fucking tech Hold up bitch I'm wearing Nike yes yes yes yes yes Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye Oh shit I spilled my drink three hunnit down the fucking drain Some shit I can not say Some shit I fucking can not say My niggas got keys So you know we don't má fucking play Some she I can't say some shit that I can't say Shit what did he just say it's me and j nav coming next Shoot you in your head so niggas know we don't miss I don't know what I did wrong but I feel so sick So much diamonds on my neck I think this shit frozen Balling like de rozan Oh my God we rolling She just start assuming think she learning from my old bitch I just spent a hunnit on a fit who said I need friends Brain is going crazy think I need some new shit That's 30 on my wallet Bout 80 in my pocket So much fuck money I'm just young so I be wylin And everybody knows I be hanging with the mobbers If he talking crazy then we send him to the doctors Smoke him like some ganga Dreds in like a Rasta Now we eating good you see my nigga eating lobster Everybody knows you ain't really gonna shoot If he keep on talking crazy then I send him to the moon Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Pull up with má fucking gang Yea your little bitch I am Pull up with má fucking gang Yea your little bitch I am breesh Pull up with má fucking gang Ye ye Pull up with má fucking gang Ye ye That bitch she got me for some mother fucking double C Got me for some double C I'm in a rolls royce truck and you know I'm rolling P's And you know little bitch I'm geeked It don't make no sense It don't make no má fucking sense My boy got AR10's And you know we got the fucking tech Hold up bitch I'm wearing Nike yes yes yes yes yes Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye Oh shit I spilled my drink three hunnit down the fucking drain Some shit I can not say Some shit I fucking can not say My niggas got keys So you know we don't má fucking play Some she I can't say some shit that I can't say Oh shit I spilled my drink but this shit more like 30k Chunky dunky on the feet and thick bitch Layin in the bed Sending less then 17 boy you prob used to losin bets Bitch you think I'm playin shooting 50 like a fucking vet Make em talk ventriloquist Your shawty call me mister She sucked on my dick you kissed her I think that her name was Melissa She ballin I think that the shawty get caught up in and ones I bust like a handgun And now I got fandome I got some fan dome I think she buggin out you know that I can't go She wanna go on the second date Bitch no I'm not paying forty for steak And she gon look at my eyes and say that it feel fake It is fake No mistakes It's high rates And my flights is so private Bitch I might get A 40 and empty it all your bitches big titties And I'm snorting didas off them bitties like the sixty Ricky running running quickly Shoot him in his back it's tricky And She gon make it so sticky Slatt like slime like thug like free him Bitch ain't nobody wanna be Hop in the mufucking V ho Cooking like mufucking c note